Oh, Romeo, Romeo, why do you have to be Romeo? Forget about your father and change your name. Or else, if you won’t change your name, just swear you love me and I’ll stop being a Capulet.
Should I listen for more, or should I speak now?
Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?
I trust your words. Just call me your love, and I will take a new name. From now on I will never be Romeo again.
I haven’t heard you say a hundred words yet, but I recognize the sound of your voice. Aren’t you Romeo? And aren’t you a Montague?
I don’t know how to tell you who I am by telling you a name. I hate my name, dear saint, because my name is your enemy. If I had it written down, I would tear up the paper.
Well, don’t swear. Although you bring me joy, I can’t take joy in this exchange of promises tonight. It’s too crazy. We haven’t done enough thinking. It’s too sudden. It’s too much like lightning, which flashes and then disappears before you can say, “it’s lightning.” My sweet, good night. Our love, which right now is like a flower bud in the summer air, may turn out to be a beautiful flower by the next time we meet. I hope you enjoy the same sweet peace and rest I feel in my heart.
Oh, are you going to leave me so unsatisfied?
I pledged my love to you before you asked me to. Yet I wish I could take that promise back, so I had it to give again.
I would be satisfied if we made each other true promises of love.
I hear a noise inside. Dear love, goodbye—Just a minute, good Nurse. Sweet Montague, be true. Stay here for a moment. I’ll come back.
Oh, blessed, blessed night! Because it’s dark out, I’m afraid all this is just a dream, too sweet to be real.
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